An Ongoing Dilemma

I have an ongoing dilemma since moving to Colorado. You see, we moved from Hell’s Kitchen in Manhattan to essentially, what I call at least, a restaurant wasteland, but my husband loves to go out to eat. It’s one of those first world problems that, though I am loath to share, I will still whine mightily about it. A few times a week husband will say – let’s go out and I reply, “there’s no place to go” because I am quite sick of everything having hatch chiles added, being fried, or simply not having any flavor that would be expected of that particular cuisine.

The dilemma continues because I love to cook, but it’s hard to get my other half to agree to stay home and eat. I mean I get it, I’ve hardly ever cooked throughout our marriage, though I have attended cooking schools and classes around the world. What I am realizing at this late stage is that to be a good cook, you have to do it regularly. It’s like any skill – for the past 25 years I have worked my day job advising people about tax law. So, yep, after 25 years, I’d say I’m pretty good at this skill, but I certainly wasn’t 25 years ago when I started. I have the culinary education, now it’s time to get the culinary chops.

I agreed that we could go out tonight to one of the few restaurants we generally enjoy, but after that I’m all in committed to cooking at home for the foreseeable future. I’ll be sure to share my successes, ok and my failures.

The above was from a lovely evening at home where I grilled the shrimp on our little BBQ (review of that to come someday in the future), made a panzanella salad and cooked up some Israeli couscous with chopped rosemary. Delightful!